It is a pity that, for almost a decade, I have lost the sense how art is important to me. I quitted the art school and everything related to it, and now, when I am raising two children at home, I remembered this old love. Probably the reason for that is I am tired of the idealization of people in society, the enormous pressure in the virtual space, that man and his body must be flawless. I think we all have to be happy about being different, even emphasizing our shortcomings as the greatest advantages that make us unique.
This is what I try to picture in my drawings, which are being made by sacrificing my rest and it does not matter whether it is a day or a night.